08/17/2022 06:23 PM  ac — 02,   character survey—   BASIC INFORMATION full name.  - sydney rose filippelli. nicknames.  - syd. psycho. lots of things here and there depending on who you ask. birthdate.  - november 19th. age.  - 23. zodiac.   - scorpio sun, libra moon, scorpio rising. (yikes anxiety n acting on emotion through the roof, amen.) gender.   - female.  romantic / sexual orientation.  - pansexual— sexual, romantic, or emotional attraction towards people regardless of their sex or gender identity. ethnicity.  - italian-american. current location.   - chapel creek trailer park. living conditions.  - to say she hadn't lived in worse would be a boldface lie. all of her close neighbors are questionable characters and she's already had her home broken into within the last few weeks. she may not have much, it certainly doesn't look like much, but.. she keeps it neat and tidy. it's quite a peaceful place to lay your head.. most of the time. titles.  - most annoying.    BACKGROUND birthplace.  - east hanover, new jersey. hometown.  - east hanover, new jersey.  education level.  - a couple years shy of high school. most of her learning was done on her own, she couldn't depend on anyone else, especially her family.  parents.  - lorenzo(deceased) and amara(deceased) filippelli. siblings.  - enzo filippelli, brother.  birth order.   - enzo is sydney's older brother by 3 years. spawn.  - to this she would say, hell to the nah. pet(s).   - one cat, mushy.  previous relationships.   - none worth noting. a steady relationship is something syd has yet to experience. trusting isn't a strong suit.  arrests.  - what should've been a prison sentence, instead sent the juvenile to a psych ward at only the age of 13 after murdering her father.  prison time.   - (psych ward)18 months turned into 3 long years.   OCCUPATION & INCOME primary source of income.  - her one source of income comes from the various things she does with her photography. charging up because gigs are hard to come by. other than that, catch her bumming and trying to possess anything free within her reach. past job(s).  - never in her life. most valuable possession.   - besides her shoe collection? a tiny locket with a picture of her mother, the only way she remembers the woman by.    SKILLS & ABILITIES physical strength : ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜ speed : ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜ intelligence : ⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜ stamina : ⬛⬛⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜ teamwork : ⬛⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜⬜   PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS dominant hand.  - sydney is right handed. height.  - 5'5 weight.  - 123 pounds. exercise habits.  - sometimes she will pop into the gym, but exercising isn't a regular habit of hers. the most she gets is running her mouth.  tattoos.  - besides the sin scribbled onto her body by Caleb, Sydney only has one tattoo. It's a roman numeral of the day her mother passed.  piercings.  - ears only. marks / scars. - syd has plenty of scars on her body left by her father, brother, and whoever the hell else wanted to be involved. she can’t hide the slice scar on her neck from the blade of her own blood.  usual expression.  - tends to go from pouty to angry. you're lucky to catch anything in between. unamused is her normal go-to.   PSYCHOLOGY mbti type. - logician — intp-t. enneagram type. - type 6 — the skeptic. moral alignment.  - chaotic evil.  mental condition.  - just like most, sydney deals with anxiety and depression on a regular basis. she's extremely paranoid most of the time, even when numbing her mind. sociability.  - being the most annoying comes to sydney naturally and she will happily throw herself into any conversation or event, whether invited or not. alcohol use. - syd drinks on a daily basis, some days a lot more than others. always a social drinker, most of the time drinking on her own, too. you can actually find bud light in her fridge, and tequila in the freezer. prone to violence. - in the right moment, sure. behind closed doors, of course. her violence and anger is something she's keen on working on, and keeping it hidden is a must, but slip ups happen on the regular.    MANNERISMS accent.  - a jersey accent with a hint of italian. replaces all the r's as the end of words with 'uh.' disregards middle consonants and sometimes forgets the 'h' in 'th'. although, country terms have entered her vocabulary, the thick accent is still there.  quirks.  - hands are in a constant movement when she speaks, especially when heated. hair twirls when nervous. obnoxiously chews her gum. tends to be a bit messy.. when it comes to anything besides the tidiness of her home. hobbies.  - she considers her photography a hobby. dabbles in a bit of painting. sings and plays guitar (some). is smoking weed a hobby? it's certainly a hidden one with sydney.  motivations. - continuing on bettering her life. the shepherd's.  positive traits.  - self confident. loyal (but probably not to you). curious. independent. persistent. ambitious. negative traits.  - greedy. aggressive. manipulative, sneaky, selfish. emotion driven. impatient. vindictive. dishonest. sense of humor.   - cheesy is an easy way for her to go, and she finds great pleasure in hearing similar. being serious isn't a syd specialty, and getting offended isn't even in her world.   BONUS character inspiration.     any pop culture inspiration for your character, etc... dani california— chili peppers. she's so mean— matchbox twenty. about a girl— nirvana. so many more. sofia rodriguez, maddy perez, katherine pierce, octavia blake, jwoww ( accent and attitude). 0 Comments

08/10/2022 04:04 PM  ac — 01,   intp — the logician,    Curiosity and the non stop questioning of everything surrounding you or maybe even not are main traits of this personality type, and it's no different with Sydney. From the moment her eyes pop open, and usually even after they're closed while she struggles to fall asleep, it's a never ending playlist of thoughts, questions, and concerns, along with the good lord know's what else, swirling around in her mind. Like the seemingly endless torture she feels she was already dealt, and most certainly creeping up into her cards again. There hasn't been a time when the girl didn't overthink even just the tiniest of details of situations, especially in things she doesn't quite understand. Her views and theories on the world.. the universe, have all changed in the last few years by the good graces of The Path, but that doesn't mean she hasn't locked her curious and wondering hues onto other things. Mostly all speculation and intuitive ideas, Syd can convince herself, along with others, that something completely off the wall may be true. These things are usually based off of pure suspicion and her own mind, but believing in herself was made a priority so long ago. Besides, if you ask her, being wrong isn't the normal route she chooses, she's even proved that a good time or two.  No matter how upright crazy it may be, or she may seem, the vibes never lie and the best thing to do is question every little thing. 0 Comments

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05/13/2022 04:38 PM  ac — 27,   It dangled down the center of her mirror, attached to the dresser in her bedroom. The locket that held a photograph of her and her mother, so very many years ago. When Sydney was only a toddler. Those were the good times. Basically the only ones she had before joining Sanctum. An innocent child, in a seemingly well off family that she trusted as perfect. Little did that child know, it would soon all be going to Hell. Literally. Within a moment.. everything changed.  Losing a mother, and her love, was something the girl had a hard time dealing with, even up to this last year. It ruined her life. Coping with the death of a parent, and then falling into a whole new world of abuse for almost eighteen years caused most of the damage she still carries with her. The locket was one thing she clung to. For all these years. Just an ounce of hope, and knowing her sweet mother was looking out for her. But then, to top it all off, only a few months ago Syd found out her birth giver wasn’t dead at all. No. Only fled to leave her abusive husband, but abandoned Sydney to suffer through, just like that.  She had been staring at it now for months. Wondering why she even kept it. Wondering if it even done her any good. She hadn’t opened it to look at the picture since the moment she found out about her Mother’s deceit. She probably never would again. Did she even want it still? Should she even keep it?  If you know Syd, whether a friend or foe, you’d know that her loyalty to Sanctum and its leader’s ran extremely deep. She had devoted her life. Anything prior she classified as a trail run, a horrible simulation she had finally escaped. Keeping the same mentality was what she had to do. Her father was gone now, her brother gone, her mother.. should be forgotten. There was nothing life from her past, and sealing that in stone was exactly what she wanted to do. Her hand yanked the locket from its hanging, breaking the chain with one quick motion. Her eyes closed as she held it tightly, inhaling a deep breath before dark hues glared down at her hand. The next thing she knew, it laid upon the dresser and she grabbed a large candle, furiously beating the top of the dresser in hopes to crush the necklace. Over and over again, she pounded down with force. Screams leaving her lips as she cursed everything, and everyone from before Sanctum.  0 Comments

05/01/2022 12:05 PM  ac — 26,   Feeling at home was mostly an unknown thing in Sydney’s life. Hell, for most of it. She only got that bit of comfort when the female arrived to Sanctum. Which, was now over a year ago. It was the life she never thought she would have. Granted, everything came with setbacks and she couldn’t help but dwell a bit on all of the horrible things that had happened to her, along with each and every member of the community. But that still didn’t take away what she had built for herself here. What she had been given by those around her. She truly owed everything she had to Sophia. To all of them. Even if her life had been a complete spiral as of late. The bottle lay half empty beside her, along with a pill bottle and half smoked blunt decorating the ashtray threatening to be spilled over at any moment. Out of her head was an understatement. And, traveling to dark and deep parts of her mind was the one major set back she always seemed to have. "I can’t.. I don’t..” The problem was that she couldn’t even make out the face of the hidden man in the shadows. It was like she knew him, but couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Everything felt off, and the shivers running down her body told her all she needed to. “No strings attached. Nothing. Just a better, simpler, and undying loyalty free life.” He spoke, a little too calmly as he gave her promises of leaving Sanctum. Death. Death is all that could come of this. How could it not? How could she just leave? She’d given her life. Her loyalty. Her heart and soul to this place.  “Your words mean nothing. Nothing at all.” She spoke back, realizing she didn’t even have to think about his offer, at all. Declining it was the only option. That’s when she saw the red in his eyes as the world instantly grew darker. Like the walls were closing in. Like she’d angered a lingering spirit. But.. still, she didn’t care. She couldn’t. She refused. Going anywhere else was never in her plans. It never would be. Just when the shadow went to reach out to her, she spoke the leader’s names. Sophia. Thatcher. Maggie. Her eyes opened. Realizing she was still huddled up on a couch, where she had seemingly drifted off into satan knows what. The flick of a lighter sparked the half burnt blunt, before the bottle touched her lips again. A smile forming against her features as she drank, and she never questioned if this was exactly where she wanted to be.   0 Comments

04/15/2022 09:07 PM  ac — 25,   It had started and ended like any other meeting she’d had her entire life. Anxiety filling the pits of her empty, minus the alcohol, stomach that turned the moment she had entered the building. Once again reminded that she would never again have a meeting with Phoebe, the heartbreak of the last few months staying with Sydney at all times. “Again, thank you so much for having me. And, certainly taking interest enough in my music to do this article. This was an absolute pleasure.” A grin was soon given to the lady across from her, just as she noticed the Sanctum charm hanging from Syd’s Fender Jaguar guitar.    “Are you.. are you free for some coffee?” Misty, the short interviewer spoke, immediately causing a tense in Syd as she watched the girl’s eyes move from the symbol back to her own eyes. “I’d love to pick your brain. Completely off of any record, of course.” Reading people had always came easily to Syd, even if some of the time.. she was horribly wrong. A nervous and delayed nod was soon given, considering saying no would come off suspicious. Or, letting the organization down by neglecting a potential recruit. Still, her nerves were shot either way. She had to be careful. Witty. Especially considering how easy manipulation surely had to come to the woman asking for her time.    The double shot of expresso surely didn’t help the shakiness of Syd’s limbs, but that didn’t stop her from sipping on it profusely as Misty explained she’d heard of the program. Read about it somewhere and only backed out of actually having a chance to meet with non other than Sophia Richard’s herself. “A goddess, honestly..” Syd started, already displaying her undying loyalty without even meaning to. “One of the kindest, selfless women I’ve ever met. Life was.. slowly torturing me and the program saved me. As it has so many other’s.” She explained, fairly more calm than she expected to be, but talking about things she’s extremely passionate about somehow soothed her instantly. “I have a pamphlet.. if you’re interested? Our workshops tend to all needs. A better outlook on life is not only a promise, but a guarantee.” She smiled, noting the girls features and fairly proud of herself for making it through the conversation without slipping anything, especially the thoughts in the back of her mind that clouded them recently. “I— thank you. I knew I was making a mistake not reaching out earlier. I’ve very glad i asked.”    And that was it. Syd walked away with a very nice feeling. Proud of herself for handling things the way she did. And, also proud of herself for hopefully extending the community she loved with all of her heart.  0 Comments

04/02/2022 06:01 PM  ac — 24,   To say that Sydney was anywhere near recovered from the little cruise mishap would be full on deciet. A lie fully displayed by the empty bottles that covered the nightstand and floor of the room she occupied in Greece, and the freshly popped cork that lay on the blanket from the rim of tequila now glued to her lips. Indulging herself in alcohol had always been a problem for the Italian girl, one she had finally had control over for the last few months. Now, a fully forgotten step forward has resulted in twenty leaps back. Everything was a blur— exactly the way she wanted it to be. She'd rather drown out all of the thoughts that consumed her mind rather than ponder on them like th anxious mess that she was. Thoughts like why in the f*** that had happened in the first place. Like why some of the most horrible things had continuously happened to her and everyone around her. In the most odd ways, to say the least. Coincidences was something she wasn't too fond of, considering she believed things to already be written in the stars. Which only fueled those negative thoughts she had about the live she was living. About the people she'd done willingly given herself over to. How could they just, once again, sweep this under the rug as if nothing had ever happened?  Bottle. Lips. Bottle. Lips. Scrunching of her nose. That was the same sequence she had been in since.. well, as long as they'd been on this trip. Give or take the few times she'd managed to get out of bed. One resulting in her boyfriend throwing one of her closest friends into a million dollar statue, just another point proving that swimming in Patron.. safely in a bed was exactly where she needed to be. She couldn't figure out how anyonr could actually be enjoying themselves on this trip. Sure, they'd all had time to process, but.. but, how? Every single one of them could've died. They could be still stranded. Starving to death on an island in the middle of now where. As always, nothing seemed to make sense to her. The thoughts swirling along about the Leader's only adding even more misery to her loyal ridden mind.  She was breaking.  0 Comments

03/18/2022 05:30 PM  ac — 23,   Appreciation was one thing that Sydney mostly failed to show in her life. Not because she didn't have anything to appreciate now, a big change from a year ago. No. She had the things she had only dreamed of before. She had a family. A group of people whom most of which she actually cared for and got along with. Minus the few that were only words away from a couple busted knee caps. Coming from a family that abused her, much less cared for her in any way, the warmth from the things most of them had done for her was something she still wasn't used to. They'd been forced to come together in ways she never would've imagined. Seeing things from each other that they never would have before. That's where the Leader's come in.  It was no secret that Syd was a loyal member. Hell, she showed it in almost everything she did. No matter what they had been through, and no matter the cause.. she always found herself falling at their feet. Showing how thankful she was to be there. To even be in their presence. She'd surrendered herself to them long ago, and turning back just wasn't an option. Besides, how could she? They were the reason for everything she had. The very life she as living. The family that now surrounded her. That supported her. Being in Sanctum was the home of her happiness. Without them, she wouldn't have that. She probably wouldn't have anything. Not Bash. The one person who changed her outlook on things. On everything. Especially on love. Without them, she wouldn't know what love actually felt like. Romantically. Platonically.  It wasn't that she didn't know how to show her appreciation for her peers, she obviously spewed it onto the leader's in probably a sickening amount. It was just that she'd never had the need to give it. Or, feel safe doing so. With Sophia, Thatcher, Maggie, and even still, Phoebe.. it had came naturally. The same with her boyfriend. She'd given into them. Made herself vulnerable in every way. It wasn't just something she could, or was willing to give out. But they knew. They knew how thankful she was for all of them.  0 Comments

03/01/2022 09:31 PM  ac — 22,   “PER FAVORE, PADRE!” The words left her tongue in a scream, met with that of a bolted door confining her inside of those four walls once again. Hidden. Kept inside like a puppet whose master only toyed with her when convenient for himself. “Per favore..” She pleaded on and on, knowing she would be met with nothing but silence from her father. If she was lucky enough for just that. The pen and marked up notebook containing her thoughts and random lyrics the only comfort she’d found for so long as tortured eyes stared through a tiny window. Hoping one day to be finally and ultimately freed from her cage.    It was nothing new at this point. More like a reoccurring nightmare that relentlessly stalked her dreams. The sad part was realizing it was actually her reality. From the basement to the jungle. It all lead to Paris and circled back to the first two decades of her life. Being trapped. Locked away by those who were supposed to protect her. Her family was one thing, but the organization another. It’s the one thing she couldn’t figure out. Sure, she knew everyone there, including herself, had done and continued doing things they shouldn’t be proud of, but did that mean they deserved what kept happening. That’s when Sydney starting feeling guilty. Guilty for even allowing the thoughts of doubt to cross her mind, as she always did.  ‘We learn. We grow. We learn. We grow. We do our best to understand that of which we don’t know.’ Over and over again. Those same words decorated the page before her, even though her first intentions where to jot down reasons, or lessons to get any closer to understanding what had happened. Even though she knew she would probably never have a clear mind on it. But writing was the only thing that helped. It was the only thing she’d ever had. She had no one to talk to, besides a couple of friends she rarely ever got the chance to see. She couldn’t unleash her feelings on anyone, especially her father or brother. Harming herself had never come to mind, as miserable as she was. It was all about surviving. Proving to herself that she could make it. That she could withstand the storm raging through her life, she always promised herself she would. Coping wasn’t easy, but the clearest outlet for Sydney had always been writing down her thoughts in whatever form.  0 Comments

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